Chapter 2 #6
“Please, sir,” I begged, remembering that he had liked being called that before. He shook his head and took the crop into his fingers, dragging the leather tip up my leg and then across my thigh, before he placed it over the top of my mound.
“You will keep your legs open,” he said, flicking the crop gently against my pussy and the first glimmers of pain radiated through my body then. I whimpered softly, but I listened to his command.
He rubbed the tip of the crop against my wetness, along my lips and then my clit. Anxiously, I shuddered, a fresh wave of desire taking hold of me. I forced my legs to stay open, even though I wanted to close them and hide and then the crop flicked down against my clit, hard enough to sting.
“Such a pretty little pussy,” he mused, punctuating his words with snaps of the crop, each one increasing in intensity. At first, it hurt, the pain rising in a crescendo but then it twisted into something else, something more pleasurable.
I moaned and the sound of it surprised me.
The crop punished me harder then, slapping against my slick folds, leaving no inch of my pussy untouched. I whined. I cried and I shuddered with pleasure and pain beneath his lash. I was careful to keep my arms above my head, my legs spread open wide for punishment.
“Naughty girl. Look at how much wetter you are now,” he scolded, and I quivered with need. The crop centered over my clit and bit down once, and then twice.
My core clenched hard with desire and I moaned loudly, the sound shameful and lewd even to my own ears.
I heard the swish of the crop and then it cracked against my clit far harder than before. It hurt at first, but then the wash of sensation that followed was one of heat, desire, and longing. I wanted more.
He spanked me hard then, the top of the crop punishing my clit and I shuddered beneath it. My hips rolled, need racing through my veins.
“Come for me,” he demanded.
The crop bit down then and my body obeyed his word. My release washed over me and I cried out. My pussy burned, my sore sensitive flesh sizzling with sensation and I moaned, my hips rocking back and forth as I coped with the rush of pain and pleasure.
My orgasm tore through me, intense and powerful. I shattered into pieces before him. Brilliant white pleasure consumed me, and I shuddered with all of it.
Bane tossed the crop onto the bed beside me and knelt in between my legs. He reached over me, winding his hand around the back of my neck and pulling me to him. His lips pressed against mine and then he kissed me.
I could feel the weight of him, just lightly pushing me into the bed and I quivered with need, meeting his kiss with just as much fervor as he.
I could taste myself on his lips, a salty sweetness that left me blushing.
His hand around the back of my neck kept me close and with the other, I could feel him undoing his pants.
After a long moment, the head of his cock nudged against my entrance and I stiffened.
He pulled back, his eyes searching mine and discovering my hesitation.
Slowly, the head of his cock pushed inside me, and I cried out, unused to the stretching sensation but still, he persisted.
The thick head spread me wide and I shuddered with pain at first, but then it quickly morphed into something more pleasurable and I whimpered with need.
He pressed onward, his advance slow and steady, but then he met the resistance of my virgin barrier. He drew in an unexpected breath. He kissed me hard then and drew back, his eyes meeting mine, warm and possessive.
“This is going to hurt, little one,” he said softly, and I looked up at him nervously.
“I’m ready,” I murmured, rocking my hips a little. I was so aroused, so turned on that I wanted to feel all of him. I needed him to take me.
“I’m going to make you come so many times that before I’m through with you, you’re going to beg me for mercy,” he warned, and I shook with desire beneath him.
My body was warm, still flushed with the aftereffects from my release and my pussy clenched around his length. Needy and wanting, I moaned softly and that’s when his hips thrust forward.
His cock pierced through my virginity in a single smooth motion. Pain lanced through my core and I cried out at its sudden intensity. My entire body quaked with it for several long moments, but then it began to fade, and I noticed that Bane had stilled entirely, his cock deep in my pussy.
He stared down into my eyes, searching and assessing me.
“Are you alright?” he asked, and I nodded.
“Good. When you’re ready, you’re going to ask me to fuck you,” he instructed, and I couldn’t help but tremble. Eventually, the pain waned, leaving only an endless pool of desire in its wake. My hips twitched and my back arched, back and forth until it was too much.
“Please, fuck me,” I begged, and he grinned darkly.
“Good girl,” he answered, and he pulled back, his cock retreating from my depths before he plunged back inside.
I squealed in surprise at first, but then he thrust inside me again and I threw my head back in pleasure.
The hand around my neck tightened, holding me close and his lips claimed mine once more.
I lost myself in him then. I opened my thighs wide, rocking my own hips up to meet his and I cried out with pleasure.
His tongue delved between my lips, dancing with my own.
His kiss was rough, strong, and passionate and I felt myself falling.
I kissed him back almost frantically, drawing my arms around him.
My fingers tightened, my nails scraping along the thick muscles of his back and he only fucked me harder.
I adored him for it.
My inner walls gripped him hungrily, wanting more of him. The wet sounds of our fucking echoed around me and I moaned, curling into him and angling my hips so that his cock delved even deeper into my entrance.
There was a residual murmur of pain, but it only sought to heighten my arousal and he used me. He was rough, his strokes hard and it only fueled to make me want him more. It was as though my body was made for him and then he kissed me even harder, pushing his shaft into me completely.
And then his cock came alive.
His entire length began to gyrate against my inner walls, pulsating against a spot inside me that made me want to soar into the sky. I shuddered in his arms and then he angled his hips so that his pelvis pressed against my clit.
That spot I noticed before began to vibrate against my needy bud, at the very same time that his cock was throbbing hotly against my g-spot.
All at once, my body came alive and I screamed with pleasure.
And then the head of his cock began to rotate inside me.
Hot desire sliced through me again and again as I radiated with need and soon, it all became too much for me to bear.
My orgasm tore through me, ravaging me until I didn’t know up from down anymore.
His body held me down and I curled into him, pressing my clit against the vibrating patch on his pelvis.
I shattered around him, his thick cock pressed up deep inside me and I moaned.
My body tightened around him, taking everything he had to give, every last inch of it.
He gently jerked his hips back and forth as my pussy clamped greedily around him. I felt feverish with need, my body hot and ready for more. It felt as though my blood was boiling in my veins, that my body would smolder from the inside out and it didn’t fade away.
Instead, I hurtled toward a second, more powerful orgasm.
I broke to pieces beneath him, the vibrations and gyrations of his cock too much for me to bear. White-hot pleasure simmered and exploded within me, drowning me in exquisite ecstasy. I wasn’t sure if I would ever surface from it.
When my second orgasm finally faded, I tried to come up for air, but he wouldn’t let me.
Instead, his hand tightened around the back of my neck while the other ventured down my side, curling around my hip and holding me firmly in place.
He pulled away from kissing me so that he could watch me fall apart beneath him.
I whimpered.
The vibrations didn’t stop. Instead, they seemed to get stronger. Almost as though they were feeding off my sexual energy.
I tried to hold back. I tried to fight the onslaught of pleasure but before I knew it, I was on the edge of a third orgasm and nothing I could do could stop it. Pleasure ravaged me, leaving my body quaking beneath his and I screamed from the intensity of it.
I was burning from the inside out, a veritable inferno that threatened to consume and destroy me into a pile of smoking ashes.
“Please, no more,” I begged, but he didn’t stop, instead he held me tighter. My nails scratched across his back, fighting against him, but he didn’t retreat. He remained focused and determined to make me come again.
Another orgasm took me, followed by the white-hot heat of another. I soon became desperate, frantic for it to stop and I moaned pathetically because of it.
“I want you to come again for me. One more time,” he demanded, his voice strong and sure and suddenly I wanted to please him.
Despite the ache between my legs and the soreness in my clit, I wanted to please him. I wanted to suffer for him, and I wanted to come for him.
His cock throbbed inside me, the shaft gyrating against my inner walls and I wailed as the vibrations continued to torture my clit. My hips rocked back and forth, almost as if they’d found a life of their own and I moaned, holding onto him as I found myself hurtling toward orgasm once more.
I braced myself and then I fell over the edge.
My core seized and my entire body went rigid.
At the same time, Bane’s cock throbbed, and I felt each pulse inside me.
Then he groaned, the sound low and I felt the hot surge of his seed spurt into my channel.
I moaned and lost myself entirely within my pleasure, scorching passionate desire taking me and plunging me into an endless pit of ecstasy.
I threw my head back and pressed my body against his, taking him deeper and feeling his hot cum inside me as I did so. His seed spurted again and again, and it only sought to heighten my own desire even further. I struggled. I fell apart and I drowned in my pleasure.
My entire body quaked, and my eyes rolled back in my head. I closed my eyes and held onto him, just as he held me.
“Come, little human. Come all over my cock,” he whispered, and I shattered.
My orgasm seemed unending, wrenching me apart and tearing me into something new. I gave him my everything and it broke me, but I knew he was there to catch me.
Finally, the last tremors of my release tore through me and I lay there, bare and exposed and vulnerable before him. When my pleasure finally abated, I was left only a shell of my former self and I wondered if I would ever put myself back together again.
He rolled on his side and pulled me with him, his cock still deep inside me and I moaned. Residual aftershocks made me shake in his embrace, but he held me tight in his embrace. His rough fingers traced up and down my back.
“I’m going to put you back together, little human. You’re mine now,” he murmured, and I pressed closer against him.
I wanted him to be right, but I was worried.
I’d aligned myself with dangerous people in the past, and they wouldn’t be so willing to let me go that easily.
I hoped they would forget about me.
I knew they wouldn’t.